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A Mink Nov 2013
I am alone. All alone
I wish it were not the case,
I would have let you in, I would have, I swear!

You were to be my salvation!
You were to break my shackles and free my soul...
You watched as the demons burned me, as they tore
off pieces of flesh and left me void and damaged

I wish I could love you like I should
I wish you could love me like you had
Once upon a time
Before the monsters under the bed
Became the reality of our time.

I would give you the world on a silver platter
with a golden spoon, if only I had the option.
If only that arm were still left
If only that heart still pumped

I teeter on the edge
of salvation and desolation
my soul in a constant struggle,
while the ghost cheer on in the circle.

The abuse of those demons,
Well they left me in a pretty dark place
I wish I could have been stronger
I wish the effects were less

But my body is littered in scares, seen only from hell
and the halo was left for me to choke on from heaven.
A Mink Nov 2013
I feel the cold
The cold of the edge touch
The heat of my essence

pain is my aggressor
you ghost are my sorrow

hot pours down my face
and a change in my chest burns
wilting and withering

Without my ghost
With out my future

I have no sanctity or salvation
dragging it slowly
offers the most retribution

repenting to the gods
for the dancing dragons on the walls

the dragons see it all
but their smoke will never tell
A Mink Nov 2013
Pacing the corridor
I see your face
In every turn
In every break

The ghost of my lover
The ghost of my friend

Please follow me
The bleakness of this colorless life
will break me with out you
desperation is devolution

My ghost I need you
Your vibration is evident

The change in my chest
The cringe in my body
The heat quickly leaving every fiber

Its hot… It hurts
the pain is deafening
A Mink Oct 2013
We all have wolves,
Hidden beneath our sheep.
A smile concealing
The debilitating anguish
That consumes every cell.

Laughter choking the soul
With vines of self loathing and contempt.
Enduring every second of
Soul shredding agony
Thinking of you bestows
Upon me.

The ghost of your love
Haunting every thought.
Blades slicing every inch of flesh
bleeding me dry would be
Welcomed.

If only to forget you...
For only a moment...
A Mink Oct 2013
Dear ghost of a lover,
Sweet, angelic thoughts.
Temptation in its most swelling form.
Haunt me, please haunt me?
Haunt my thoughts, and my experiences...
Just be there.

Desperation clinging to every vibration.
Vibrations devoid of you, of your presence.
Decadent ghost of a stranger I must
Forget.

Victim to my salvation.
Deserter of my desperation.
Lover from a lifetime ago.
Seek me. Your vengeance of
Silence is too cruel.
The emptiness consumes me.

— The End —